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Dear Camille:

Actress Hunter Tylo signs a contract to play a sexy character on "Melrose Place" with a physical appearances clause, shows up seven months pregnant, gets fired, then sues producer Aaron Spelling for pregnancy discrimination. Is it too late to nominate her for the most self-centered ninny of 1997? Doesn't this prove that feminism is not about equality but special privileges for women? Won't the net effect of this suit be to make movie and film producers more reluctant to hire women in advance? Doesn't Hunter or her attorney, Gloria Allred, realize that this is career suicide even if she wins the case? Is Gloria Allred really a plant from the far right to make the left look ridiculous? Please advise. I'm ready to leave the country.

Single until feminism self-destructs

Dear Single:

I completely agree with you that the frivolous Hunter Tylo lawsuit is a perfect example of the Spoiled Debutante brand of yuppie feminism that I have been jeering at for years. As an equity feminist, I oppose all special protections for women as reactionary and counterproductive.

As for Gloria Allred, while I usually disagree with her political positions, I'm quite fond of her as a fierce, dynamic television presence. A flamboyant, street-smart Italian-American from Philadelphia, Allred has a florid Mediterranean emotionalism and theatricality that I think a great relief from the usual run of dull-minded, numbingly provincial lawyers who clog the airwaves. I mean, I literally cannot look at that pallid CNN queen, Greta Van Susteren (host of "Burden of Proof"), who seems nice enough but is a classic Catharine MacKinnon clone of desiccated, cut-off-at-the-neck WASPiness. Cybele save us from these denatured, fast-track females!

Whatever her sometimes startling ideological excesses and misfired stunts, the hectoring, pugnacious, quick-witted Gloria Allred is a great maverick role model for the too-timorous young white women of America.

Dear Camille,

Do you read much film criticism? What do you think of its current state? Do you have any favorite writers? Specifically, what do you think of Pauline Kael? (I am hoping you'll say you like her since I do -- and I imagine that I detect certain similarities between your respective outlooks and writing styles.)

Lost it at the movies

Dear Lost it:

Film criticism, at its height from the late 1950s to the early '70s, has obviously totally lost its cultural centrality, with the overall decline in the quality of films and with the massive growth of pre-release publicity campaigns geared to television. By the time a movie actually opens, we've been inundated with so many advance clips that we hardly need a reviewer to tell us whether the movie is worth seeing or not. How stupid the studios are to destroy their films' best surprises, particularly the funny one-liners that lose their impact in theaters because we've heard them dozens of times already in ads.

Parker Tyler, an audacious gay aesthete, was my favorite film critic. Second was the unfailingly perceptive Pauline Kael, whose tart, lively, colloquial style I thought exactly right for a mass form like the movies. However, I became somewhat disillusioned with Kael because of her dismissive attitude toward the decadent European films I loved ("La Dolce Vita," "Last Year at Marienbad," etc.). Third was Andrew Sarris, whose acute columns during the high period of "The Village Voice" celebrated the attention to physical beauty and staging of cinematic stylists like Claude Chabrol.

Like Parker Tyler, I am primarily a myth-critic and pagan cultist -- something that cannot be said of the sensible, pragmatic Kael, who never indulges in feverish Tyler-Paglia gay mysticism. Kael and I do resemble each other in our snappy humor and very modern, very American voices. That punchy, scrappy, take-no-prisoners tone of mine long predates my introduction to Kael (which came in graduate school via her published collections of reviews; "The New Yorker" wasn't part of my world) and descends first from Dorothy Parker, whose famous put-downs I adored as an adolescent, and second from Ann Landers ("Wake up and smell the coffee!"), whose advice column was a fixture of my family newspaper in Syracuse.

Ann Landers has never gotten the credit she deserves for creating a radically outspoken female persona during the drowsily domestic and ethnically repressive postwar period. Landers is, of course, the patron saint and august foremother of "Ask Camille."

Dear Camille:

I was wondering what your take is on the recent cases where an older woman has seduced a younger boy. In Seattle, for instance, a married teacher, age 34, was found guilty of child rape after having an affair with her student, age 14, and having their baby. While I do think a line was crossed here because she's a teacher, I don't find the age difference that disturbing since in my opinion a woman can't seduce a boy in the same way a man would a girl.

Clueless in Canada

Dear Clueless:

I am on the record (in "Vamps & Tramps") as favoring a lowering of the age of consent to 14, consistent with the laws of several European nations. I fail to see what harm is suffered by a randy 14-year-old boy enjoying the sexual favors of a 34-year-old woman. In the old Simone Signoret days in France, such liaisons were regarded as not only acceptable but positively fruitful and sophisticated.

When teacher-student relations are involved, however, a firm line must be drawn. Modern institutions, which require equity for all students, cannot be run with the impromptu casualness and aristocratic adventurism of Athenian meet-and-match philosophical couplings at sunny stoa and midnight symposium.

I'm troubled by the double standard that lingers around girls, whom most of us still think need greater sexual protection than boys. Biological facts -- the sanctity of the virgin womb -- are at the heart of it, which is one reason this civil liberties issue is so ignored by the gutless wonders of academic poststructuralism and postmodernism, who are about as radical as a tattletale gray herd of sheep. In the United States, paternalistic tyranny continues to increase, robbing the young of identity and free will.
SALON | Dec. 9, 1997

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